My screen saver at work is everything from the My Pictures folder on my computer. I look forward to walking in and seeing what will be on there. All of the pictures are of my family, mostly my kids and wife. There aren't very many current pictures on there as lately it seems the ride of life is more like being on the back of a mechanical bull than sightseeing on top of a double-decker bus.
One of my favorites is of my son who was about 2 at the time with coffee grounds and a completely disgusted look on his face. My kids are always asking for whatever it is that I have and when it could prove to be sufficiently funny to induce a belly laugh I usually give it to them.
Me: (Cleaning out the coffee maker)
Asa: Moah? (which was Asa-speak for "I want that")
Me: (shifty eyes and maniacal grin as I oblige)
Asa: ... (the above picture)
I don't want to forget that moment...
I realize that there are some fairly momentous things going on in my life. I have flashes of clarity where I understand that what my crazy wife and I are attempting to do is not actually ... normal. But, just like Doc Holliday told Wyatt Earp at the end of Tombstone "there's no such things as a normal life, there's just life".
I realize that there are some fairly momentous things going on in my life. I have flashes of clarity where I understand that what my crazy wife and I are attempting to do is not actually ... normal. But, just like Doc Holliday told Wyatt Earp at the end of Tombstone "there's no such things as a normal life, there's just life".
It might be worth it for me to try and process the process...
I have entertained the idea of adoption for a long time. I like how the Bible refers to us being adopted as sons of God. I like that it is a sober declaration of the reality that love, contrary to what Hollywood would tell us, is a decision and not an emotion. About 2 years ago I down-shifted the idea of adoption to serious speed. An opportunity presented itself for my wife and I to adopt a teenager. At the time my biological kids were 3 and 2. We didn't go searching for a teenager. I never said to Jody "you know, babe, your sarcastic remarks to me are getting boring... maybe we should adopt a teenager to step it up a notch". God (tricky fellow that He is), just kind of presented it to us and we jumped. We entered the foster licensing process and even doubled up on the classes so that we could finish early and be ready. Then, poof, the opportunity vanished. I did not want to foster. I started the process to adopt. I'm an emotional sissy. I don't like the idea of bringing people into my life only to shuffle them back out again. Once they're in, I want them to stay so fostering wasn't even vaguely appealing to me. (Insert the Tricky Fellow a.k.a - God) ...
I have entertained the idea of adoption for a long time. I like how the Bible refers to us being adopted as sons of God. I like that it is a sober declaration of the reality that love, contrary to what Hollywood would tell us, is a decision and not an emotion. About 2 years ago I down-shifted the idea of adoption to serious speed. An opportunity presented itself for my wife and I to adopt a teenager. At the time my biological kids were 3 and 2. We didn't go searching for a teenager. I never said to Jody "you know, babe, your sarcastic remarks to me are getting boring... maybe we should adopt a teenager to step it up a notch". God (tricky fellow that He is), just kind of presented it to us and we jumped. We entered the foster licensing process and even doubled up on the classes so that we could finish early and be ready. Then, poof, the opportunity vanished. I did not want to foster. I started the process to adopt. I'm an emotional sissy. I don't like the idea of bringing people into my life only to shuffle them back out again. Once they're in, I want them to stay so fostering wasn't even vaguely appealing to me. (Insert the Tricky Fellow a.k.a - God) ...
